In the alumni notes over these past 76 years I have watched those of ours of the Class of 1942 go from the bottom right, (the most recent class),creep ever upwards and to the left from the youngest and eventually winding up the very first in line, the oldest. They have chronicled our careers, weddings, births, retirements and finally the inevitable obits. Today, as the only remaining member of the class of 42 I am not quite ready to submit my obit, just to say I am still going, health not what I’d like it to be, but good enough that I can get about. I read a lot, I write some, and even look forward to at least one day of duck hunting in the next few months. More than that a body could not ask, could it?
Peter Arnold CdeP 1942